The rise of existence at dawn_Island Getaway_Long Live The King_LESSONS FOR THE TEACHER
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The rise of existence at dawn
Sharp canines pierced the fresh, supple skin of a mango, juice dripping down a dark-brown chin, staining the sand below. Squinting towards the bleeding light pouring from above, Mel stretched out her legs until her feet were being tickled by the lapping water. The sea was calm today, breathing in and out as if asleep, and Mel kept eating - devouring more like - as she waited, as she watched the twinkling reflections on the surface of the water, pure diamonds of light.The breeze didn’t chill her arms yet, but she thought idly that Vila must be on her way. She liked to catch the last rays of the...
Island Getaway
The day was endlessly blue, the heat rose in shimmering waves from the sand, painting everything with a golden glow, birds bickered in the treetops and I was utterly miserable. I scrunched my bare feet deep into the sands, feeling the grains congregate between my hooked toes and I sighed. Another day in paradise. I didn’t turn around as Tony threw himself down beside me, sending a spray of golden grains into the breezeless sky. “There you are, Celeste. Your mum’s looking for you.” I scowled at him but he only laughed. He never took my moods to heart. “My mother can keep looking,” I told him...
Long Live The King
It was over. After countless years of fighting death, fighting to survive, it was finally over. The crowd rejoiced around me, bodies swirling together as they celebrated. The cheers were deafening as I pushed past strangers, away from the throngs of people. I had to get out of here, out of these blood-stained clothes. Surrounded by commoners, I stuck out like a sore thumb, but first I needed a drink. A strong one. There was only one tavern in this town, the cheering of the drunkards outside the small building a dead giveaway. Thankfully there was an empty stool in the corner of the bar, althou...
LESSONS FOR THE TEACHER
The day had arrived. My job on this day required skill, nerves of steel, determination and the ability to be myself. As I stood touching up my makeup, going over the topic, checking for spots on my clothes, not that I could have done much about that; I acknowledged that I was nervous. Leaving the ladies room, I had one of two options; I could push on knowing I was well prepared and risk not doing as well as I hoped, or I could give up entirely, and would definitely fail. More than that, it would be a lost opportunity, and while there may be other opportunities, I would never know if someone o...